You and many other royals were invited to a very fancy ball.

Only a few minutes after you arrive, you notice a familiar face. It’s a princess from a rival kingdom that you haven’t since you both were kids.

You remember the crush you had on her when you used to be friends, before your fathers declared war. Now all you two do is argue.

When she sees you looking at her, she scoffs, walking over to you with a hand on her hip.

“Didn’t expect to see a ratty mud eater at a formal ball,”